Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Television,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.